The last blue moon until 2015 rises up silently and with great discretion, a delicate China white plate against the pale blue sky of sunset, at first too pale to even notice her arrival.
Her luminosity grows with her rising elevation.
Flat blue clouds encroach her on three sides.
@ 19h23 her hue shifts from white to yellow & she truly begins to sing her song.
The wind through the leaves of the big tree accompany her ascent.
Later, a bat the size of a pigeon flies by.
A spooky, strong wind, laced with moonlight, closes the night.